"I'm restless, I think I'll go for a walk."
And so, you visited Ephesus,
on the ancient coast of Ionia,
browsing books in the Library of Celsus.
You wandered through
large ionic columns in Jerash,
the chariot marks of
the Oval Forum and Cardo
visible at your feet.
You then climbed Mount Alban
to the rise of its 2,200 terraces,
“Grand Plaza” shadowed from the sun,
where the ritualistic games
often meant death.
"How was your walk?"
I asked upon your return.
"Substantial," you said
falling back into bed.
"But not as tangible
as my life with you."
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
"I'm restless, I think I'll go for a walk."
And so, you visited Ephesus,
on the ancient coast of Ionia,
browsing books in the Library of Celsus.
You wandered through
large ionic columns in Jerash,
the chariot marks of
the Oval Forum and Cardo
visible at your feet.
You then climbed Mount Alban
to the rise of its 2,200 terraces,
“Grand Plaza” shadowed from the sun,
where the ritualistic games
often meant death.
"How was your walk?"
I asked upon your return.
"Substantial," you said
falling back into bed.
"But not as tangible
as my life with you."
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